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Obligatory Update
Nothing really big to report on my life at this moment. I go to school, I see David, we do the occasional love making, I draw, and I role play. I mostly talk to Angie because I feel like I'll make a fool of myself with anybody else. Aaand no general outside contact except with David (I have a lack of IRL friends, that and most of them have moved ( Read more... ) -
A spam post.
ANGIE SMELLS.
She told me to update but I don't have anything to update about. -
Shit.
I'm feeling angry again at the world. Probably because I can't control it, that and the many stupid people around me. I just want to punch them in the face. >:[
New Year.. I want to lose 20 pounds. Draw better. Get the fuck out of this house.
Haet school. Oh god I hate it. I do not want to take 5 college courses just to drop my insurance. Otherwise ( Read more... ) -
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I am sorry, my aim imitation name, but I feel you are confused. I am not an inanimate tool used to plow the ground; I am a human being.
Also, thanks for informing me that I am going to die. I always wondered if I would or not. -
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Screw you Angie, now I love Superjail.
It's like a mixture of Happy Tree Friends without the furries, DRUGS, jail rape, and sexy things.
Thaaat and... David and I talked about our life once we get married. It's amazing how close we've gotten~ -
Faustus Brackenwell
June 5, 1894
My father, Faustus Brackenwell; I never knew the man, but from what I have heard, he was a man of great intelligence, and a man with endless amounts of patience and caring for everyone around him. I also got that impression from reading this journal, which was given to me from my mother nearly 20 years after his death, on my birthday ( Read more... ) -
Vincent (cont.)
November 17, 1873
The most wondrous thing happened today! My dear friend Vincent, whom I have written about, has returned! For eight long years have I yearned for this day! Quickly I closed my services for the day and invited him into our home ( Read more... ) -
Vincent (cont.)
March 24, 1873
After Cathleen and I had been going out for some time, Vincent behaved more in distress. He would sneak out at night, climbing out through the window. Sometimes I would awake to see his bed untouched from the night before. Always though, within a few days at most, he would return. Both Cathleen and I suspected that he had finally ( Read more... )
